Transformers Prime: I am Allspark

The Primes followed Onyx in silence, their footsteps echoing across the barren, rocky terrain. The landscape was desolate, devoid of any signs of life, with jagged volcanic rocks stretching as far as the eye could see. Alchemist, ever the observer, noted the distinct characteristics of the rocks. "Volcanic," he murmured to himself. "There's something familiar about these rocks."

As they pressed forward, Solus suddenly paused, her audio receptors picking up a faint, rhythmic clanging. "Do you hear that?" she asked, her voice low. 

Zeta closed his optics, focusing his senses. The sound grew clearer—metal striking metal, sharp and deliberate. "Swords," he said, his tone grim. "Someone's fighting." 

Their pace quickened, the anticipation thickening the air. Liege Maximo, however, was less than thrilled. Long walks were not his forte, especially when surrounded by his siblings. He sighed dramatically, earning a knowing glance from Micronus, who floated beside him. 

"You're unusually quiet," Micronus remarked, his tone teasing. "No tricks up your sleeve today?" 

Liege Maximo shot him a sideways glance. "I'm being responsible, for once. Surprised?" 

"Frankly, yes," Micronus replied with a smirk. "I expected you to be poking around Alpha Trion's mind by now." 

Liege Maximo rolled his optics. "As much as I'd love to dig up some embarrassing memory, now's not the time for games. We've got bigger problems." He was offended, it is natural that his bad reputation would affect how others perceived him, because that is what he built his image on, because he likes to be feared for his power, but that does not mean he is completely narcissistic to the point of compromising his duties as Prime, because after all, in addition to being a liar, he is still one of the guardians of Cybertron.

"So you know how to be responsible when you need to be." Micronus hummed, his voice completely sarcastic. "We must archive this as a historical moment."

"I was the first one to fight that idiot when he went crazy, so don't tell me that I'm not responsible, you've always been in this Ying and Yang nonsense." Liege Maximo tried not to show his lack of patience, but he couldn't. "You know very well that many of my actions are deliberately theatrical."

"Are you still upset about the fact that we were too late for that fight?"

"Oh retard, I literally stood up to that Dark Energon-charged idiot alone for 20 minutes and I was the one fucked up with a broken neck!" He muttered, clearly still holding a grudge from that day.

Solus listened to the conversation, her expression darkening. The mention of them under Megatronus brought back memories she would rather forget. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away as Onyx's voice cut through the tension.

"We're close!" the Prime of the Beasts announcement , his golden optics narrowing as he scaled a rocky outcrop for a better view. 

The others followed suit, each finding their vantage point. Micronus hovered above, while Zeta and Alchemist stood side by side, their optics scanning the scene below. At the base of the volcano, two shadowy figures clashed in a fierce duel, their movements a blur of speed and precision. 

"Impressive," Solus murmured, her optics wide as she watched the battle unfold. The fighters moved with a fluidity and ferocity that spoke of years—or perhaps millennia—of experience. 

Zeta studied the combatants closely. One wielded a sword with techniques reminiscent of the Knights of Cybertron, while the other fought with a martial art that was aggressive yet graceful. "Who are they?" he wondered aloud. 

Liege Maximo's optics gleamed with interest. "That one," he said, pointing to the swordsman, "has an aura similar to Prima. The Matrix of Leadership is with him." 

Onyx growled low in his throat, his bestial instincts flaring. "He's weak," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. 

Zeta frowned. "Weak? His technique is flawless."

"Not his skill," Alchemist interjected, his analytical mind already piecing together the puzzle. "His power. He hasn't unlocked the true potential of the Matrix. It's... unusual." 

Solus nodded and climbed onto a higher rock to get a better view. "The Matrix's full power can only be awakened through a connection to the Allspark. If he hasn't achieved that, then Cybertron's future is more uncertain than we thought." 

"In other words," Liege Maximo drawled, "we're screwed." 

The others shot him a glare, but he merely shrugged. "What? I'm just stating the obvious." 

As the battle raged on, the environment around the Primes began to shift. The rocks crumbled into a fine red mist, the ground cracked, and the sky splintered like glass. The illusion was unraveling. 

"What's happening?" Solus asked, her voice tinged with alarm. 

Liege Maximo snapped his fingers, and the world around them dissolved. They were back in the familiar surroundings of their meeting place, Alpha Trion gasping for breath as he collapsed to the ground. 

"Do you have to be so rough?" Alpha Trion groaned, clutching his head. 

"Stop being dramatic," Liege Maximo retorted, flopping onto a nearby rock. "We didn't get much information, but at least we didn't waste *all* our time." 

"Not entirely." Alchemist said, stepping forward. "While we were in the illusion, I analyzed the stars. Based on their positions, I estimate the battle we witnessed will take place in approximately 9 to 10 million years." 

Zeta's optics widened. "That far into the future?" 

Alchemist nodded, projecting a holographic star map from his arm. "The stars I saw belong to the Milky Way galaxy. It's millions of light-years from Cybertron." 

Liege Maximo whistled. "That's a long way from home. Even for us."

Solus began tapping her fingers rhythmically on the stones, as if playing an instrument, with a thoughtful expression on her face. "The Milky Way... Isn't that where you were killed, Alchemist?" 

"Indeed," Alchemist replied, his tone somber. "It seems our fates are intertwined with that galaxy in ways we're only beginning to understand." 

The Primes fell silent, the weight of Alchemist's words settling over them. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: the battle they had witnessed was only the beginning of a much larger conflict—one that would shape the destiny of Cybertron and beyond.

"Are you talking about destiny? I thought you were an atheist about that kind of concept." Liegue Maximo joked, returning to his theatrical and sarcastic personality.

"I am a man of science, our abilities can be described as magic, but many of our abilities are pure technology of the highest order, which we are not yet able to fully understand, as any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Alchemist said. "But there are things that even science cannot explain, like, ironically, destiny."